Swiftcurrent Creek Lick your wounds

Arlette nodded compassionately. She understood. He was always on alert, and now he couldn't. He trusted her and had taken it. She appreciated it. "I can watch over you and wake you when there is any danger," she assured him. "I can walk you to your usual sleeping spot,"[b] she offered, perhaps he felt more inclined to rest there because the space was associated with rest. They hadn't really spend their time together sleeping.

She smiled softly, and noticed that he wanted to keep her close. She leaned into his lick. Her tail was embarrassing her a little by starting to wag. She cursed it mentally, but also couldn't help but continue the happy wag. [b]"Always will worry a little bit now," she admitted to him. "She is alright, though, almost got me worried because she wanted affection and comfort. The claw marks will heal, I don't worry about that. Her ribs... I don't know if they are broken, but most definitely badly bruised," she spoke. "But, I think it is good. She is getting older and this is part of being a wolf, the injuries after a fight, or even just a hunt," Arlette spoke.

Arlette looked at the paw again. "If that paw touches the ground, please clean it throughly. We can't have it get infected." Then again, she had known a wolf that had lived on three legs, she didn't wish that life on Arric.